Alone
I didn't get dressed todaySince there's no-one here
To chide or say
"You're lazy!"
Who cares, anyway?
I gaze with apathy
At this house
Which was a home
Until now.
It feels empty,
Deconstructed,
Like life.
Will I find a use
For this leftover life
Without him?
Without his heart,
That beautiful heart
Beating beside my own?
I once had a false friend
Who lived in a bottle,
She's knocking at my door
Offering consolation,
But I will not open,
And so I sit
Alone.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2023-10-22 at 22:22
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